The Dreams

Dream 137

Such a fabulous garden, with no beginning or end. Purity trickles from the sky above it, the earth hidden beneath its trees. We sit under one of them as we eat and drink.

Then a voice tells us that singers and dancers are coming — they’re coming our way! Another voice warns us not to listen to the sayings and proverbs that disparage time itself and days gone by.

And it says as well that these trees, whose fruits are infused with goodness and pleasure, are entrusted to our charge.